The vision changed. A sullen wind drifts the darkness in silence stirring the spirit to its shadowed self. Pain follows in the moment taken for its feel. At least pain has substance relative to the waking moment. Stillness is lost to the vanity of emotions played out in thoughtless echoes of passions lost by the living of them. Nothing remains. There are memories, but what of that? So much is left of what would rather yet be left forgotten. A serenity remains in the moment eyes release their tears.
The vision changed. An image blurred in the salted flood of rushing tears. Clarity is not the same with sanity washed away in violent repetitions of a spirit broken by these rivers of feeling. Pain calls out to the hopes once born in wishful hearts desolate for want of love. Arms ache so for their embrace of emptiness. Alone but for loneliness kept in company. A rhythm in steady heartbeat sounds out the falling rains. Let these tears remain the focus of what lost lucidity shadows in what wishes see.
The vision changed. Clouded winter skies lit beneath baleful moonlight. A cold formless breeze chills the heart with thoughts that remind of the emptiness of what is left behind. A lone, single stone. Forgotten names and dates. Places outside tell again of inside the heart and its drifted snow fallen walls. Barricaded ice flows a frozen emotion trapped in a moment of forever then gone. Immediately and in that very place it remains. No falling tears for the barren frozen heart, they yet will fall the same.
The vision changed. A shadow cast does outline reflections left to the remembered past. Distant lays echoes’ what hints of a child’s laugh. Quiet whispers in gentle moments few but precious in their birth. Can laughter find the merry heart madness has lost in living splendor? Songs of joyous glee more perhaps the dirge could better suit such fond farewell love bequeaths as its final testament of grace. Would that love could endure such sweet treasure as what such bitter tears are bound to make.
The vision changed.
